I was taking my nephews out the other day having fun and just laughs.  We all were sitting down to eat and just talk, and hear their views at such a young age.  The first half hour we could not but laugh at all the stupid things they do but also enjoy the part of them being kids.

Well as time went on we shared story about friends and what is going on in the world they liked.  I found it interesting their views and yet how simple they see things.  I thought to myself how or it as an adult we complicated things.  Here I am hearing kids just chatting away and how refreshing it was to take it all in. 

Well it came time to end the day but what I found most interesting is the personal side of life that all of us want to have and enjoy.  What makes me different.  So I ask a few of my clients, and the response was humbling.

One shared that to me how I make myself real or transparent and did not come across as a realtor.  The another said to me when they saw me moving their items out of their home in the move that they were making, that I was more than the transaction.  I am humbled!  I thought all realtors did this and I come to find out very few do. 

So where am I heading with this, well a kid it is just being a kid at heart but keeping some of the same ways as an adult or just being yourself wins more opportunities than to have others think that I don't care.  People love  to laugh and enjoy the stories and the value we put into each other.  people reflect back on those relationship and I believe are remembered through out a life time.  So why wait, consider the challenge to your relationships out there.  Are you being a kid and still willing to dream?  Are you the Mr. Smith that wants everyone to comform to a colorless life.

OK I'll try this again I tell myself and yet what is the point of these blogs.  I think, other realtors do this but I don't see the return.  I feel like it is  it is a bunch of cows and who (cow) can moo the loudest gets some extra feed to enjoy.  Moo Moo!

I begin my day working on a schedule to stay focused and make sure I prospect and get all my admin work done.  I then of course get ready for my door knocking and hit the trails for green backs waiting at the end of the road. I reassure myself consistency wins championships and my fundamentals should make me ready for the clutch shot.  So why not a champioship ring? 

It is funny how many people say all the rights words or provide a info commercial that tells you to buy this or  just follow their lead.  But when are you going to lead yourself and stop listening to ones that talk about it and learn from the ones that have done it. 

I was reading this the other day.....As a youth, Franklin didn't always behave responsibly. At the age of 20, he decided to change the direction of his life by embarking on a course of what he called "moral perfection." He created a list of four resolutions to follow. He resolved to become more frugal so that he could save enough money to repay what he owed to others. He decided that he would be very honest and sincere "in every word and action." He promised himself to be industrious "to whatever business I take in hand." Lastly he vowed "to speak ill of no man whatever, not even in a manner of truth" and to "speak all the good I know of every body."  Can this be done............

So here are my random thoughts that inspire to be a legacy not a sign in the yard, or a website that says I am the number one agent in colorado.  My words are only a mirror image of what I inspire myself to be, and to embark on truth not fiction.  What real honesty are you out living?  Remember the a cow has a brain to, moo moo. 

Your 85 years old and reflecting back on your life asking what have you written down or at least can remember what your life was about.  Who will see the real you! Will your own family have kind words?

Have you ever wondered what a child thinks like when it comes to the bail out.

Well the funny thing happen sitting at the table the other day, when a young little girl shared out of the blue,  "why not just give every homeowner one million dollars"  I just chuckled and realized she hit it on the head.  SHE IS RIGHT!  WE DID NOT NEED THE BIG BAILOUT, THE EXECUCTIVES NEEDED TO MAINTAIN THEIR LIFESTYLES AND HERE A YOUNG LITTLE GIRL FIGURE IT OUT THE SCAM AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE.

Imagine how many primary homeowners would pay off their house and cars and invest back into the community, mmmmmmmmmmmm  makes you wonder.

I am sitting down at the Military base and wondering how does the day go by so slow.  I normally do not have enough time in the day to get everything done.  Ugg. I think I need to get click remote to fast forward the slow parts.  No of any one that is selling one :).

Anyways I got a story I will be sharing soon. 

I was about 14 at the time and I recall school starting and could not wait to get some new shoes for school.  The day came and gone and I just thought my Mom forgot.  Little did I kow she had no money and I could only dream either school was going to be delayed or that this was just a joke. 

Well the joke was real, no shoes!  So the fear of embarassment began to run through my body.  Who is going to make fun of me now, or what joke is being said under their breathe when I am not looking.  My life is over. 

The day came  that I dreaded and walk into school.  I figure no one would notice the hand me downs from brothers and the duct-tape that I used to hold my shoes together.  I even colored them to try to make them fit in. 

Wow no one noticed, I made it to my desk and sat down and thought wooooo, I am home free.  Well that did not last long, especially when the poor kid in the back had no where to hide.  The first comment came, and I sunk even lower and then jokes came.  My book was not big enough to cover my red face.  If it was not for the bell and the teacher walking in, I thought I just die right there.

Class started and the teacher ask how everyone's summer was and ask if anyone would share and the popular kids all shared the gloried stories and I just sat there silent.  Who would want to hear my adventures and even if I did they make fun of me.  Well that did not last long when the teacher ask me what my name was and I just froze.  I did not what to say, he is only attracting attention to my feet, please God save me......help.  Well I began by sharing some stuff I did and how much I was running playing sports, and the teacher ask if I ran alot (while a commit being made look at those shoes) and I of course dreamed of being the fastest runner.  the teacher said that was a great way to stay motivated and said you will get a chance today to do that.  I THOUGHT NOW WAY, I AM FOR SURE DEAD. 

Well P.E. came and sure enough the teacher had us out running.  So all the girls ran and then the boys all ran.  then the top 10 got run the final heat to see who was the fasest.  I check my taped shoes and just hope I would not blow it. Just before we all raced the the teacher said do you all mind  I like to run with you, we all of course did not care, besides it is a chance to beat the teacher and have bragging rights.

NO WAY!  he pulled out these shoes that were beat up and broken and taped together, I could not believe my eyes.  All the kids just looked and were shocked.  The teacher just JUST SAID THESE ARE MY FAVORITE SHOES.  I just felt a bolt of fire ran through me and I was ready for the race. 

The whistle rang and I took off and I just ran like I had jets on my feet.  There was the finish line and I see my chance, just I was about to cross the line the teacher was on my heals and just could believe it and he nearly passed me when I gave it one final push.  I WON I WON.  Of course the other kids just blew it off as jealousy, but I knew right there my shoes held together and help me win. 

A few seconds had gone by, and I got a tap on my shoulder, it was the teacher and he just smiled and said great job.  I just thought no big deal, but really it was.  He also said something I will never forget "that was for you", what do you mean, he said I was in your shoes when I was younger and I never wanted to forget who helped me.  I put these shoes on to remind myself and you of how important you are and these shoes will always be a reminder of what you will become.  In fact the odd thing about this story, the next day  I showed up to school and kids had duct-tape on their shoes. Thank you Phil Smith, you did change my life and I will never forget.

Jack, a school janitor, preferred to live a poor man's existence. A year after his death, however, Jack showed that his poor man's life was really a façade. Jack was saving every penny, so someday after he was gone, he could do some good. He accomplished his wishes by leaving sizeable bequests to the school, church, and community he loved.

 Todd Crosby is the principal of Mill Creek West Elementary School in Hendricks County, the school where Jack had worked since 1988. Crosby said Jack lived a solitary existence at his modest, two-bedroom house, but when he showed up for work, he showered the students and staff with care and compassion.

 Crosby fondly recalls, "The kids absolutely loved him. Jack would give high fives to them, even though he was 6'3," and he'd have to crouch down to their level."

 Crosby said when any kind of problem appeared, the kids would scour the halls looking for Jack. They respected and cared for him, the same way he cared for them.

 Jack was famous for remembering birthdays and writing short poems for students and staff. He didn't have a family of his own, so he viewed the students, in a sense, as his very own.

 Crosby said, "That's what's so different between businesses and schools, it's more of a family atmosphere. Jack was like a big daddy. He kept track of and cared for everybody."

 There came a time when the favor of kindness would have to be returned. In 2003, Jack was diagnosed with an aggressive, rapidly moving brain tumor. Crosby, who lost a family member to a similar condition, helped take Jack to his doctor's appointments in Indianapolis, along with neighbors, school staff members, and friends.

 Crosby said Jack didn't like traveling to the city, and even more to his dislike, was not being able to rely solely on himself.

 "He knew he had to trust the doctors in what they had to do, but he didn't like the fact that other people had to take care of him. He was used taking care of himself, and he didn't want a lot of attention on himself."

 Jack had surgery, but it only briefly slowed the tumor's progress. He took a leave of absence from his janitorial duties, but later decided to retire. Even while enduring all the pain, he managed to stop by the school to visit the kids from time to time. The students and staff all received frequent updates on his progress. In winter of 2004, Jack died at age 69.

WHAT IS YOUR STORY IN LIFE?

 It is hard to imagine that so many men and woman today take for granite the adversities of truth
to live by.  I think of the failures one endures and yet never gave up hope.  One sets the ball in
motion and the  one sees through the vision.  Time sometime does let us see with our own eyes the
manifestation of another, yet society will remember the one that change the life of others.
Lincoln's greatest character is that never gave up.  What was even greater is that all mankind saw
him as the one that free mankind from slavery.  Most don't know John Quincy Adams  actually was the
one that fought for 20 years prior to free slaves but could not get the house majority.  The funny
thing about all this guess you who is right hand man at that time; a young Lincoln.  It was the
vision of one, and yet Lincoln fulfilled the vision of another.  So who should get the real credit.

 Life will always remind one of who stood by principle while others just sat back and did nothing.

Meetin someone new is like eating a piece of candy. You test them out for a bit, you get a feel for the flavor they exude. A good piece of candy can make you smile. A good piece of gum has an excellent flavor that leaves your mouth wanting more.

Eventually, however, the novelty of that new-fandangled flavor wears off, and you are left with either an empty mouth with candy-flavored residue, or a chewed up piece of flavorless gum

The trick in life is to find the Everlasting Gobstopper. The one piece of candy which will outlast the rest, the perpetual flavor machine. Getting a hold of one of these is tougher than finding a golden ticket in a haystack.

Once you find one, don't lose it to Slugworth